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Demon PainOnce upon a time... fairy tales, all fairy tales... is it love? Or is it just another fairy tale? A story to put me to sleep at night. A myth, a dream, a hope, a story, fiction. Is true love fiction? Love at first sight a myth? What are the symptoms of love? Sweaty palms? Racing hearts? Floating on clouds? It seems as if it is the real thing at first. I scream "It is real it is here and I HAVE IT!" Then as I dance, I trip, I fall... and Oh the pain. The sweet pain that let's us know we are alive. It hits me, stabs me, kicks me in the gut. Takes my beating heart from my chest.... and takes a bite.Demon Pain
I wonder if after all these years
by ~Haidee
complex complicationsConfusion. Complicated direction. Lifes momentum taking me where? Love or Love(?). forever or instinct. Uncertain destinations. Validation of (complex) relationships in question. Running in circles of life, of rings and what they mean. Infinite numbers of impossible non-solutions. Keeping me here. Beneficiaries of my heated heart. Multifaceted analysis of emotions and passion. Effortlessly I have again thrust myself into a Byzantine existence. What was once undemanding has become discontented. A verification of dependence. Exasperating intelligence of a situation unknown. Yet the compound assessment delivered to the bare truth, unrealized. Oncomplex complications
by ~Haidee
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trail of petalsthis red of roses shows our path follow it to my door and fall throughtrail of petals
land in the valley of blueviolets and come a bit closer
dance with my merry jester watch my sweet nightmares upone a silver leaf then walk a bit closer only to fall into my trap
carry on dancing color my carnation and fill me in on your secrets
lift me up upona sunflower and show me a smile i can feel your babys breath rise from under our dandelion dreams
walk past the devels club and do not fall
talk to the farie
by ~shadowspet
through the looking glass 2my words are static whitenoise. blankstate reality. a language left derelict, floating in the space between speech and comprehension. neural pathways, run to ground, short circuit and re-routed. the round about path is a straightline scenic route through tinted windows. the serrated knife of tongue and teeth disects the meaning before intent is brought to heal. sever my tongue with flow and reason. try to make sense of this half formed programmed response. connection failed. try again later. reboot. i dont know what else to say, or how to express it. In Communicado, ill timed but necessary...through the looking glass 2
i\'ve lost touch. grains of sand thro
by ~synapticburn
youthe tongue lie severed, cut off and forgotten a vestigal throw back from a deceased heredity my mind clouded gray and green, confusion rages eye(i) of the storm; i know but one thing the beacon light/a onceandnow bright nightstar: i love.deeply.you
but how to show this? as walls slam down, built higher from both our blood cemented in silence...
they say absence makes the heart grow fonder... but how much fonder can it be? -stuttered voice, then awkward silence- before this clockwork mechanism stalls a gear to tightly wound and bursts forth, showwers
by ~synapticburn
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i know you are!!!!
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